Late Nights and City Lights
Sprawled out across the bed sheets,
Basking in the nude under the street
lights.
There is no moon in the city.
There are no stars to wish upon;
Instead wishes are made upon the
flashing lights of shooting jets.
My fingers are jets.
A private direct first class flight,
Traveling non stop to the
flourishing oasis
at the runway of my thighs.
